Disclaimer: I definitely do not, NOT, own the characters that I have mentioned in this story. Not, *breathe* one, *breathe* single, *breathe* one!! *huffs*
Rating: UM¡Kto be frank, I¡¦m not too sure. *grins* But basically I¡¦m trying to make people¡¦s hearts ache for Draco. *grins madly*
Okay!! Here goes!!
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Chapter One¡§Bye mom!!¡¨
Hermione leaned down and stuck her head through the scrolled-down car window, giving her mother a kiss on a cheek. It was going to be a whole year before she can see her parents again. She was going away to study abroad, for the sixth year, at the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and this year, she was not going to come back home for the Christmas holidays, nor for the Easter holidays. She was not sad though ¡V going to Hogwarts would mean having fun experiences with her two best friends, Harry Potter, the famous celebrity who had twice brought the downfall of You-Know-Who (finally demolishing him the summer that had just passed), and Ronald Weasley, the youngest son in a long line of pureblood wizards.
Hermione leaned back, and, giving her parents one last wave, lugged her luggage towards a trolley nearby. The case was a new one, engraved with little silver stars along the borders, with the initials, H.G. engraved on it in big, golden letters. She double-checked to make sure the ticket was still in her pocket, before turning and wheeling the trolley towards the platforms.
She went up to the familiar barrier between platforms 9 and 10, then leaned casually against it. In a matter of half a second, she was falling through, and found herself on Platform Nine and Three Quarters, the official platform for those who are going to Hogwarts on the Hogwarts Express.
She straightened up, and glanced at her watch. 10:39 am. Knowing Ron and Harry, they¡¦d probably be here with only 10 minutes to spare. To Hermione, that was REALLY late. 10 minutes to spare! That¡¦s simply not enough!!
She scanned the compartments through the compartment windows ¡V almost all of them were empty. For the past 5 years, Harry, Ron and her had always wanted to sit in compartments near the driver¡¦s compartment. It was a habit, a habit that none of them ever thought of breaking, strange it may be.
She pushed the trolley into a compartment just next to the driver¡¦s, and dunked all her luggage and stuff into it. Glancing at her watch again, she noted that 8 minutes had already passed. Great, she thought, I used EIGHT MINUTES just to find a compartment?? I could¡¦ve used the time to memorize that chapter about the Wolverines of Hempshire Woods!!
Disgusted and unhappy, she trudged out of the train, deciding to wait for her two best friends, since they would be here any minute. She looked around, her hands in her clothe pockets, with her weight leaning on her left leg, and her head tilted the same direction. She sighed, then glanced at her watch again, tapping her foot: 10:49 am. She sighed.
For a sixteen year old girl, Hermione Granger was neither drop-dead gorgeous nor disdainfully ugly. She was a decent, slightly attractive girl, petite yet intelligent to the core. Her once bushy and dull brown hair had, over the past Hogwarts year, smoothed out a little, and had tamed themselves into artistic, resounding curls which gathered only at the end of her wavy, shoulder-length hair. Bright, sharp brown eyes darted here and there, always alert, yet tender and loving to all those in need. To many she was just the typical Hermione Granger, the Hermione Granger, in fact, who was the school brain and who knew almost every single thing there was to be known. A few guys here and there took a fancy to her, but being the studious, good little girl she was, she took no notice of them whatsoever.
Upon hearing a few stifled giggles some way off along the platform behind her (she was facing the direction the train itself was facing), she turned around to have a look, and to see what was going on. What she saw was enough to make her feel sick. Apparently, Draco Malfoy, a sworn enemy since their 1st year of Harry, Ron and Hermione, had just came through the barrier, and was met at once with excited glances from girls, girls from various years and houses, nearby.
Malfoy had changed, though, Hermione had to admit. From the short, pale, and deathly thin boy who was always surrounded by two gigantic and brutal looking cronies, Crabbe and Goyle, he had changed. Changed, as Hermione¡¦s hair had, over the past year, into what girls would classify as the ¡§Sizzling hot, drop-dead gorgeous, OMG I just so want him!!!¡¨ type. His usually gelled hair now fell loosely around his forehead, and his startlingly blue eyes with such a depth that no one could reach was enough to make any girl faint. He had grown more musclar too, and his body had lengthened out considerably. He now looked tall, lean, strong, protective, and incredibly hot. Not to mention his bad-boy attitude made him appear, as Hermione had heard a fifth year put it, ¡§devilishly handsome¡¨. Many girls¡¦ hearts and eyes had been captivated by him, but to Hermione, the studious, good Hermione, he was nothing but the stupid, malevolent, horrible, disgusting, arrogant piece of crap who had somehow taken a liking to teasing and insulting her and her friends. He was hot, she had to admit, but looks so far had not changed Hermione¡¦s opinion about anyone. To her, the inside, the personality, was the important part.
She watched as Malfoy stop as a crowd of fourth years flocked around him, surrounding him, flirting with him in an obvious air, trying to make him feel attracted to them. Malfoy, on the other hand, seemed to be looking around, basically unconscious to all that was going on around him.
I¡¦m going to be sick, thought Hermione, then turned away.
Had she turned a split second later, she would notice Malfoy¡¦s gaze coming upon her, and stop here.